♢♦︎3:13am
but guess in your eyes i am nothing more than a reflection of brittle bones and dead flesh in a broken mirror. throw me away, i want to be gone. incinerate me with the rest of the treasured you see as trash. i wish you would leave me behind to rot away on my own time, on my own terms. a death on my command, MY death on my command. i fantasize about the day you all let me go, let me be alone and finally be the pile of broken pieces that i wish so deeply to be. i want to be broken pieces of a reflection. i want to break my glass over and over and over until i can rebuild the image of myself to be how i like. to be again, rather than the skeleton you see me as. but in your eyes i am nothing more than a shattered memory of a sad girl
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tears turned to ink
Poésiepieces of my thoughts and heart sewn together and melted down for me to write about trigger warning: everything
